Eastern Wasteland, central region, Feng Clan.
Eight hundred divine islands floated in the air, scattered like stars across the sky.
"Grandfather, they are..."
The Feng Clan's princess wore a five-colored mask that shimmered with rosy light, concealing her peerless beauty. Tall and graceful, she possessed an ethereal bearing, proud as a phoenix.
Together with those limpid eyes beneath the mask, she looked like a divine maiden descended to the mortal world.
Two figures on the verge of attaining the Dao had suddenly arrived at the Feng Clan. The clan's higher-ups had respectfully come forth to greet them, prompting Feng Huang to instinctively look toward her grandfather, the Feng Clan Holy Lord.
"The clan records were true. Our clan's origins can be traced back to the mythological era..."
The Feng Clan Holy Lord nodded lightly, confirming his descendant's speculation.
The Feng surname was incomparably ancient. It had flourished upon the lands of the Big Dipper since endless ages ago, one of the great ancient surnames alongside Qian, Si, Ji, Yao, and others.
The two imperial rulers of the demon race from the mythological era, Heavenly Venerable Lingwa and Heavenly Venerable Taihao, both bore the surname Feng. With human heads and serpent bodies, they were very likely the descendants of those two great Heavenly Venerables.
Feng Huang had once deciphered a peerless ancient scripture from the clan's ancestral stele.
It was a dragon stele left behind by an ancient Heavenly Venerable, inscribed with writing resembling human heads and serpent bodies.
None of the sages throughout the generations had been able to decipher it. Only the Feng Clan princess, whose bloodline had returned to its origins, had succeeded.
After the two ancient Heavenly Venerables passed away in their later years, they buried themselves within Earth, that supreme corpse-nurturing ground. After gestating for millions